Going on vacation is always enjoyable but returning home sure feels good. We were gone for 2 weeks and regret having missed Chickenstock, but this was the only time period that we could coordinate the time schedules of the various family members. I was glad to read that everyone had a great time.
During my absence the eggs under a broody Welsummer hen started hatching. Since she was in a coop with other birds I had David move her, a tactic I have done before, but unfortunately she then refused to sit on the remaining eggs and the remaining ten eggs died with the chicks mere hours from hatching. The 2 pullets and 1 cockerel that did hatch seem to be fairing well.
In 1968 I was a drill sergeant at Fort Leonard Wood and I hadn't been back since. When 2 of my sons moved to southwest Missouri 12 years ago I amazed at how different things looked as I drove by and have often wanted to stop and visit the post. This year I decided that I would schedule time to return.
When I was stationed there route 66 was the only way of getting to what was a fairly isolated area. A two lane road led into the post and only a few bars and a pawn shop stood outside the gates. Today a it's reached by a major highway lined with hotels, restaurants, and stores. The main gate, once an entrance with one lane in and one out,is now 7 lanes and as I entered I couldn't recognize anything.
All that remains from my days are a few off the old barracks and equipment that are part of the post museum. When you discover that what had once been a pivotal portion of your life are now relics to be preserved it makes you realize just how old you have become.
During my absence the eggs under a broody Welsummer hen started hatching. Since she was in a coop with other birds I had David move her, a tactic I have done before, but unfortunately she then refused to sit on the remaining eggs and the remaining ten eggs died with the chicks mere hours from hatching. The 2 pullets and 1 cockerel that did hatch seem to be fairing well.
In 1968 I was a drill sergeant at Fort Leonard Wood and I hadn't been back since. When 2 of my sons moved to southwest Missouri 12 years ago I amazed at how different things looked as I drove by and have often wanted to stop and visit the post. This year I decided that I would schedule time to return.
When I was stationed there route 66 was the only way of getting to what was a fairly isolated area. A two lane road led into the post and only a few bars and a pawn shop stood outside the gates. Today a it's reached by a major highway lined with hotels, restaurants, and stores. The main gate, once an entrance with one lane in and one out,is now 7 lanes and as I entered I couldn't recognize anything.
All that remains from my days are a few off the old barracks and equipment that are part of the post museum. When you discover that what had once been a pivotal portion of your life are now relics to be preserved it makes you realize just how old you have become.
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Its so tiny and adorable!
